I like to write

You see, I have this keyboard that I really like to use. It’s made by Logitech, it’s bluetooth and I can connect it to my Mac, my iPhone or my iPad with a push of a button. It has great response, feels nice, makes a nice sound and lights up from behind just like my Macbook Air. It’s pretty fancy. Anyway, I like to use it.

I like using any keyboard, really, especially when I want to write. I like it when I want to write, makes me feel productive. I like it when I want to write, actually write something and that something that I am really proud of.

There has been some unnecessary negativity around these parts of late. It reminded me of something I wrote a few years ago. Something that I am very proud of.

I’m hear to proclaim to you, right here, right now, that it is no longer cool to hate. You are smarter than that, you are better than that and gosh darn it people like you. It’s time the cool kids showed that they were smart and responsible adults that know what is important and know what to burn cycles on. Complaining about phone apps, web services or anything else that you can think of is not only unproductive, but it’s also unattractive and makes you look dumb.


There have been a few times when I’m proud of the words I have written. In 10 years of blogging, I think there are less than 20. That one is in the top 5. I think I wrote that when I didn’t really want to write. I wrote that when I felt the need to write. Those are always the best.

Outside my comfort zone

It’s time.

Actually, it’s been time for quite some time. It’s the math, try to keep up.

This past weekend, besides drinking more than I usually do during a trip to Vegas, I managed to actually try some new things. Things that usually make me uncomfortable and/or anxious. I think I did ok, but, like I mentioned, I did drink quite a bit.

New places x4 from Friday to Tuesday. All times with people who I don’t really know. Definitely a place that is way out of my wheelhouse. While I wasn’t influencing friends or creating enemies, I think I did pretty ok for the most part.

I’m not a shy person, usually, but I’m slow to talk to people who I don’t know. Sure, I can stand in front of large groups of people I don’t know and talk about whatever topic you give me 24 hours to prepare for. That’s easy. But with new people in a social environment, I’m oddly uncomfortable. Luckily, I had friends there to back me up with the new people.

It’s probably part of me not liking to be where I’m not invited. If we haven’t talked about that before, don’t worry, it’s bound to be a topic of discussion at some point in time.

Anyway, new places. New people. I had a great time. I guess I will try that again.

I Rule

I just wanted to let you all know that when answering support calls, I have heard much praise about Don and his customer service. Many callers ask for him personally because they say he is so efficient and thorough.

See, I keep telling you guys.

This is What I Mean

Instead of, “do what you love,” perhaps the more effective mantra for the entrepreneur, the linchpin and maker of change might be, “love what you do.”

If we can fall in love with serving people, creating value, solving problems, building valuable connections and doing work that matters, it makes it far more likely we’re going to do important work.


I’ve been having a hard time finding the correct words lately. The correct words to describe why I am so miserable with my current day job. Leave it to Seth to come up with barely two paragraphs that say exactly what I have been thinking.

I think people are confused. They maybe think I’m lazy or have some bullshit sense of entitlement. That’s not the case at all. I’m far from afraid of hard work. I don’t think anyone owes me anything. I never expect any kind of special treatment. I am truly not happy. Not only do I not love what I do, but it’s such a time suck, such killer to my self esteem, that I don’t even love what I love to do any more. I can’t be bothered and, frankly, just don’t care.

I’ve never been in a rut this bad, and I was an unemployed single father for 4 years. At least then I was happy. I was broke, but happy. I’m practically broke now, but it’s not making me happy. Nothing makes me happy anymore.

I need a change.